Chapter 33: Chapter 33

Adrian Gordon corrected, "It’s not a gift, it’s just a temporary loan. The rental fee is fifty million, which is quite generous. You won’t lose out."

I stared at him, and after a moment, let out a cold laugh.

Adrian’s face looked terrible, "What are you laughing at?"

It was difficult for me to suppress my amusement and then I had a sudden realization, "Just now, I thought you were being so generous by offering fifty million to Oliver Greene, and so magnanimous to count it under my name, just to gain favor on both sides—but turns out you were setting a trap for me."

Luckily, I didn’t fall for it; otherwise, I’d have been at your mercy now.

After I said this, I continued to laugh, but my heart was filled with sorrow.

Adrian said in a low voice, "Lily, you misunderstood me... If fifty million isn’t enough sincerity, I can lend you three hundred million to pay back the Carters and cut all ties with him."

I laughed until tears came out, grabbed two tissues, pressed the corners of my eyes, and said without hesitation, "No need, I’m afraid taking your money will shorten my life. Besides, if it weren’t for you and Sophie raising the value of the Bracelet, I wouldn’t owe them three hundred million—pretending to be the good guy now, aren’t you afraid of rotting away inside?"

Adrian sincerely advised, "Lily, I’m being truthful, don’t act on impulse. The Carter Family isn’t as glorious as it appears from the outside; it’s very complicated inside. You’d better sever ties with the Carters as soon as possible, don’t be fooled."

I snorted, "Fooled? What does Daniel Carter not have? What’s he deceiving me about?"

"Of course, he’s after your youth and beauty, just playing with you for fun. Trust me, you’re no match for Daniel Carter. If you deal with him, you’ll only lose miserably," Adrian said with a concerned expression, seemingly genuinely thinking for my sake.

But I had already seen his true colors; he’s extremely hypocritical, just bad, afraid I’d find a better man and completely look down on him.

Even if I die alone, I could never be interested in him again.

I felt nauseous, and looking at his face only made the disgust rise stronger.

Without saying another word, I pressed the intercom to call security up.

Adrian panicked and pleaded, "Lily, Sophie doesn’t have much time left. Let her have the Bracelet to delight her in her remaining days. When she’s gone, it’ll be returned to you, and you’ll have made fifty million for free."

"What if she goes mad and breaks my Bracelet?"

Adrian thought I was swayed and quickly promised, "She wouldn’t. She likes it so much, how could she bear to break it? Even if it’s accidentally damaged, I’ll compensate you at full price, how about that?"

I leaned back in my chair, fixed my gaze on him, smiled slightly, and then slowly spat out three words: "No, you can’t."

Adrian glared at me, his expression full of anger and helplessness.

The security guard knocked and entered, "President Miller."

"Please escort President Gordon out. If he doesn’t cooperate, use force. I’ll be responsible for any issues," I instructed the security, and before the words were finished, I lowered my head, engrossed in work, unwilling to look at him again.

The security grabbed Adrian, trying to get him out. Discover more novels at novel-fire.net

Adrian refused and threw out a final ultimatum, "Lily Miller, don’t you want a divorce? Agree to lend the Bracelet, and we’ll proceed with the divorce."

I casually replied, "Thanks, President Gordon, see you in court."

I had already consulted a divorce lawyer and was prepared for legal proceedings.

Dream on, thinking you can use this to corner me!

The security forcibly dragged Adrian out, and feeling humiliated, he angrily pushed the guard away, flicked his sleeves, and stormed off.

Once the office was completely quiet again, I threw down the pen I held, reminiscing about the scenes that just unfolded, and a cold laugh involuntarily rose from the depths of my being.

But as I laughed, tears streamed down.

Adrian Gordon, how could he be so excessive! How could he calculate against me so meticulously, setting me up!

Where is his conscience? Was it swallowed alive by Sophie Miller?

The evilness of humanity constantly refreshes my understanding.

In the evening, Wennie called again asking if the divorce was finalized. I said it wasn’t.

She was indignant and cursed loudly.

I stopped my friend’s anger, remembering I had something serious to discuss with her.

"Wennie, let’s not talk about that for now. I need a favor."

"What is it, tell me."

"I want to transfer part of the company’s shares, and you have a wide network. Could you help inquire if anyone is interested in investing?"

"You want to raise money to help your aunt?" Little did Wennie, my friend, immediately understood.

"Yes, I can’t let her be bullied by the Greene Family. If I come up with this money, the company must be under my aunt’s name, and she will have the final say." This way, her husband and his parasitic relatives would have to comply with my aunt.

"Sure, that’s simple. Your company has been doing great in recent years, a lot of people would want to invest. My brother even mentioned it before, telling me to stop fooling around in the restaurant business and stick by your side."

"Great! If your family invests, I must offer it to you at the lowest price."

My friend’s words greatly lifted my mood. Truly, the heavens never seal off all exits.

With her leading the way, everything proceeded very smoothly.

Several friends in the circle all invested. We knew each other well, and they trusted my character, knowing I urgently needed money, they sent the funds first, and we dealt with the formalities later.

In less than three days, I gathered thirty million. Adding a bank loan and my savings, it was enough to help my aunt turn the tide.

My aunt has always been capable, and it was only my uncle’s sweet words that lured her out of the company years ago, back to family life.

Now that she saw reality clearly and with my help, she was invigorated, forcing my uncle to sign an agreement to regain control of the company.

My aunt accomplished what my mother couldn’t.

Watching my uncle and his relatives wear expressions of anger yet helplessness, was like seeing the future of Jason Miller’s associates, which greatly satisfied me.

After completing this, the court accepted my divorce application, scheduling a trial for the 6th of next month.

Everything is moving in a positive direction, and I breathed a sigh of relief, fully focusing on work.

During this time, I worked tirelessly through the nights, finally completing the other two outfits a week before Mrs. Carter’s birthday.

This time, after contacting Butler Cross, I delivered the clothes myself.

I didn’t know whether it was out of respect and admiration for Mrs. Carter, or if I wanted... to see other people in the Carter Family.

When I arrived at Carter Manor, Mrs. Carter was delighted to see me.

She tried on the two outfits and was very satisfied.

Watching Mrs. Carter in a dress, elegant and graceful, with a remarkable presence fit for an ancient Empress Dowager, yet devoid of oppressive solemnity, warm and amiable, approachable, countless beautiful words overflowed in my heart.

I praised Mrs. Carter, and she grew even more joyful, inviting me to stay for lunch at Carter Manor once again.

"I heard from the Second Master that you love Chef Barton’s cooking—so, knowing you’d come to visit today, I arranged for him yesterday. He’s busy in the kitchen now, no way you’d refuse this time," Mrs. Carter said with a smile.

The Second Master Mrs. Carter mentioned is Daniel Carter.

I had only learned from inviting Daniel Carter to dinner last time that he had an older brother.

However, that brother wasn’t born to the Carter Family but is the orphan of Daniel Carter’s father’s comrade, who’s been serving in the military for years and now holds a high position.

The Carter Family treats this adoptive son as one of their own, hence Daniel Carter is known as the Second Master, and over time, he’s referred to as "Second Master Carter" externally.

After hearing Mrs. Carter’s words, I was astonished, "You specifically invited Chef Barton?"